action;
"Of course he will," as he wraps his arms around her shoulders.
Every time she says something like that it hits Han again from a new angle just how alone she's been here. At least for the year he'd been gone she'd had Luke and the rest of the rebellion, High Command and missions and who knew what else, she'd even had Chewie. But this place? Just her, a pilot neither of them knew, Luke for a moment, and then strangers.
"The little fuzzball won't have much of a choice."